HELMSMAN

Helmsman

An old helmsman on his boat,
Brings the most beautiful harbor,
I wanted to be in your desires the map
Where enjoy rare treasure.
As much as I suffered, my mistakes bow
Thought a lasting torment,
Of all desires, being meager,
The old heart, in boiling,
But I hear a siren and the beautiful singing,
Spreads on earth such charm,
Making me lose the compass.
And now what to do if I am given?
A gypsy soul who does not settle down,
Wandering delusions and torments...

MARCOS LOURES